It’s what Christmas lights do for me, they twinkle. I especially like the small, white lights on my tree or front porch, or in the wreaths that hang on our windows and doors. My husband, on the other hand, likes colored lights but tolerates my need for the holidays to be filled with all that twinkles. (Today’s thank you to him!)
I think white lights show off the tree and the ornaments better than anything else. Just take a look at this picture! Too much color would just compete with the many shapes and shades of what hangs on the branches or gets tucked further into the branch as a hidden treasure. Even after the tree is decorated, I like to go back and take a close look at what I’ve previously placed—moving things if necessary or because the mood has changed since it was first hung. I try to make sure that special ornaments have at least one of the twinkling whites nearby to draw attention to it.
My favorite thing about the Christmas season, twinkle lights! (By the way, as of today, there are 108 days until Christmas!)
The day after…the day kids actually get to play with the toys that were ferociously opened on Christmas day. What I remember about the day after is going through the pile of opened gifts to choose a favorite. I may have mentioned that I grew up with seven siblings, so there were always lots of things under the tree.
I’ve been searching Google images for the last couple of days to find pictures of the ones I remember most. So as a way to thank my Mom, Dad, Auntie Tina, Uncle Joe, Uncle Ray, Grandma Kelly, and everyone else, for the great toys (some I didn’t even know I wanted until they were) opened on Christmas morning, here are some reminders of my favorites:
My holiday spirit has been a challenge to find this year. I’ve baked, shopped, wrapped, sent cards, sponsored a family for the holiday drive, visited our elderly neighbor. The house is decorated; tree is in the window, wreaths are on the door and porch, candles are lit and the house smells like Christmas.
To get in touch with my inner Christmas kid, I’ve had Pandora’s Christmas station providing background music on my desk at work for the past couple of weeks. But, like all the other 24/7 radio stations playing the widest variety of singers belting out their rendition of Santa Baby; it is the same music over and over and over and over…you get the idea.
The music though, that always fills me up, is Amy Grant‘s A Christmas Album from 1983. I first bought it on cassette and played it every year on my way home from Vermont for the holidays. When it wore out the tape I got the album on CD. It was played so many times I can’t count. And now, it’s on my iPod!
Today when I got home I put my iPod into the stereo and blasted it! I stood in the middle of the living room with the surround sound overwhelming me, and I sang at the top of my lungs. It felt great! Finally, Christmas; not just in my house but, in my heart. The song that moved me the most this year, “Love Has Come”. Thank you, Amy Grant!
I did my first bit of holiday shopping in an actual store today. I’m an on-line shopper for the most part, particularly when it comes to Christmas shopping—Amazon.com it my go-to site, for almost everything! I swore years ago that I wouldn’t venture down Route 2 (in Warwick), where the majority of the major shopping is done where I live, any time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. There are other times of the year, too, when traveling down this less than 2-mile stretch can take as long as 30 minutes. For some people who read this it may sound like such a long time, but in Rhode Island that amount of time could almost require a stop for a bathroom break en route to your destination.
Indeed though, I did stop today, at several stores along the route, one of which was a Kohl’s. I actually needed to return something that I ordered on-line and its typically easier to do in the store. Once I’d made the return I knew I would look around to see if there were any “must-haves”–which I did. I found four items that I was willing to purchase, three of which were for gift giving, and I made my way to the rather long line to get to the register.
For whatever reason, the line on the men’s side of the store always seems to be shorter (sound familiar?) and today was no exception. You can see from the picture, I was a good distance from the register. No matter I thought, one of the reasons I enjoy shopping at Kohl’s is there are always nice people to talk to while waiting the 20-30 minutes in line to get to the register. As we inched slowly toward the light, the line wound its way through the “impulse-buy” shelving. The woman behind me and I commented to each other about many of items on the shelves while we talked about how we’d each had to send packages out of state for grandchildren who live in other parts of the country. We also rolled our eyes at each other in response to that one person in line who always makes such a big deal of waiting–you know the one!
When my turn at the register came, I looked back and wished her a happy holiday and she did the same. Today’s thank you is for all the nice people I’ve met all these years of waiting in line while holiday shopping. I hope their holidays were/are merry and bright!
A few years ago my husband and I bought a lovely home in a fantastic neighborhood. We’d heard that not far from where we live there was a family who puts on a light show with music every night between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Our first visit to the house on Gristmill Road in Warwick four years ago, was wonderfully surprising and more than enough to put us in the Christmas spirit.
Each year since, Steve and I have stopped by the house to sit for several songs, watching the flashes of color timed perfectly to the music of holiday favorites, you can even tune your radio to hear the music. When our grandchildren lived with us for the Christmas of 2011 we took them to the Picozzi’s Christmas display. Their bright eyes staring at the lights in the dark evening air, is the stuff Christmas is made of!
I’d like to thank the Picozzi family in Warwick, RI, for sharing their home and love of Christmas with us, our neighbors, and our state. If you live here, go take a look and enjoy!
We haven’t even celebrated the Christmas holiday and I am already thinking about a New Year’s resolution. The prompt for the Weekly Photo Challenge has got me thinking about the ONE…piece of exercise equipment that will not be ignored! Although it has been sitting in the corner of the living room for several weeks, just mocking me and me lack of effort, I will get “back on the horse” any day now.
My post about Thanksgiving probably best describes my favorite holiday–Thanksgiving. The food, the family, the laughter, all makes it worth the price of admission; which for me is a cheesecake and a vegetable side dish. Over the years children have grown and had their own children, and every year it’s about a week in advance before we really are sure how many places to set.
There is one Thanksgiving in particular though, I recalled today with a great deal of gratitude when I read the Daily Prompt on WordPress, . It was about 20 years ago when I was living in Vermont; living by myself as the caretaker of an historic home on Main Street in town. It sounds a little cooler than it turned out to be; especially, on cold winter days when I had to make my way to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower standing the claw foot tub with a hand-held shower head. More than cold: crazy cold!
Looking back on it now, I see that it was the Thanksgiving just before I turned 30. There’s some significance to the fact that I was living alone in a big, drafty, antique-filled, and some might say haunted, house; for which I’ve done my time on the therapy couch, so I will not go into here. Suffice it to say that I was at a low point in my life and there were a few people who came to my rescue.
That year could have been the first time I did not have Thanksgiving with my family. I simply could not imagine waking up on Thanksgiving in a place where none of my family would be with me. I was upset (beyond what some might call normal) about not being able to get home for the holiday–as I mentioned I was not feeling my best about my life at the time. I had even let my car’s service fall by the wayside and there was no way it could make the 5-hour ride south. Helena saved the day. She readily and without [much hesitation] said, “You can take my car.” With the promise of always wearing the seatbelt, doing only the speed limit, and filling it with gas upon my return, I was able to use Helena’s Nissan Sentra to get home!
So, today’s thank you goes to Helena, for helping me to get home for my favorite holiday.